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Tweak says, "SUPERLATIVE!"

Pepper is (hisonething) wrote in avengers_logs,
@ 2018-07-04 20:05:00

Entry tags:

-open thread, bobbi morse, darcy lewis, drax, hope van dyne, loki odinson, nebula, nick fury, pepper potts, peter quill, tony stark

Who: Everyone
What: HAPPY 100th BIRTHDAY, STEVE ROGERS!
When: July 4th
Where: Ellis Island/Statue of Liberty
Rating: TBD

Pepper had gotten to Ellis Island to oversee the set up for the party at 7AM. The caterers arrived an hour later. Then she began to direct the whole mess as if she were choreographing a ballet. Anyone who has seen her at work with something like this can't help but step back and watch in awe.

By the time 3PM rolled around and the first guests began to arrive everything was set up. There were no less than three dance floors. One with a band to play Big Band/1940s music. One with a standard DJ for the younger crowd. And one with a piano bar for a more traditional dancing and talking atmosphere. There was a dining area with two full bars, all manner of food and drink and tables of various size for groups or couples. There was a VIP section for the Avengers and their extended friends and relatives.

Pepper was currently wandering around greeting people and welcoming them.

[ooc: Per Gwen this will go on all month long so tag in willy nilly!]

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the_destroyer
2018-07-06 10:59 pm UTC (link)

It was true that his people weren't wasteful. Although they were well versed in battle and lived in clans, they were tightly-knit groups that came together to share stories of their children's conceptions every winter solstice. They had a healthy respect for life and death, and everything that transpired in-between.

"We celebrated, without review. There was never food as decadent as this, or blowing things up for enjoyment." He appeared to consider the alcoholic beverages for a long moment. "I remember drinking the liquid which causes jolly belligerence while we were awaiting the Collector's summons on Knowhere."

Although he couldn't read, he heard about beer from the radio and television. He stared expectantly at a bartender while stating, "I will have what is known as the beer."

"Uhh...." The bartender wasn't sure what to give to the strange looking and intimidating man, so he offered the first bottle within reach. It was a bottle of Dos Equis.

"A worthy drink! For this is the chosen beverage of the most interesting man in the world," exclaimed Drax, while brandishing the bottle like a trophy so everyone around them could see it. The bartender ducked for cover.

Ignoring that, Drax turned so he could enthusiastically explain to Hope, "I already wrestle large beasts and leap out of ships in flight. I have mastered invisibility. This recognition means that I am an interesting man as well!"

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punches
2018-07-07 11:56 am UTC (link)

Alright, so Drax had watched some television lately. That was amusing. Hope couldn't help but laugh a little - mostly at the poor bartender's confusion, so she at least made it a little easier on the guy.

"Vodka cranberry," she said to him once he'd shakily reappeared from hiding, placing her order with a grin - it was simple and matched her outfit, so she'd at least look 'patriotic' holding the glass. "Don't worry, he's...pretty harmless." Unless you were Thanos, anyway, but Hope didn't blame him for that. Ah, the common enemy - what fun.

She received her drink and took a sip. "I'd say you're definitely interesting," she concurred. "So you seem to be liking it on Earth just fine?"

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the_destroyer
2018-07-07 09:58 pm UTC (link)

The bartender didn't look convinced. He wasn't getting paid to shoot his mouth off about weirdos that walked around looking like Mr. Clean on LSD.

Drax took a healthy swig of beer, which drained half the bottle in one go.

"I enjoy your world. It is no more dirty than other planets, and parts of it smell of urine, yet it is strangely beautiful. There are sights here that can not be found anywhere else. Delights such as the Food Network and the sport known as Pro Wrestling. I would excel at that."

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punches
2018-07-07 11:14 pm UTC (link)

Fair enough. Dirty, smelled like urine - well, they were in New York. It had its own unique aroma. If you happened to be by Central Park the scent was horse crap, if you were fortunate enough to take certain subway lines you’d catch a whiff of fish water, which was due to markets dumping the ice from the day before. Fish slime running down the street - a great way to start the morning.

"Yeah, you probably would be good at wrestling - you never know. Once we take care of this looming trouble - " Hope didn't name names specifically, but it was clear that this was the main goal for the future. Save the world. Save the universe. "...you could explore more of this world. I'm from California, and it's totally different."

She smiled over the edge of her glass. "Smells like the ocean. In the fall it smells more like a brush fire," she joked, but was also serious. Because her home state was a tinderbox.

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the_destroyer
2018-07-07 11:48 pm UTC (link)

This city certainly contained a lot of smells. Drax came across the horse crap once before, and wondered why no one carried very large bags for it. They carried smaller bags for dogs. It only made sense.

"Yes, once we are rid of Thanos," Drax said the name in a dangerous growl, as though a bonfire of revenge was lit within him. "When he is gone, I will explore this world. I will smell this ocean and these brushfires you speak of. Even if I need to fall down to smell them. And should we stay on this world, I will then embark on a career as a pro wrestler."

This is what he would do. All of it, including falling down. He clenched his fist with conviction. Luckily it was the fist that wasn't holding the beer bottle, which he quickly drained before asking for another. A fresh beer in hand, he nodded at Hope.

"If you do have a mate, they are fortuitous to have your insights. Whether they are a he or she, or in-between. There are beings in the galaxy that are both. There are beings that are neither. That is what is known as a thing."

Of course he spoke freely but without interest. He knew from Gamora that a thin appearance was deceptive, and that even the thin were strong and agile. Drax still preferred stocky females, like his beloved Hovat.

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punches
2018-07-08 12:07 am UTC (link)

"Well, thanks - I do have a mate. Scott's a he," Hope replied, though she certainly thought some females were attractive. But besides some experimental times during boarding school, she hadn't really acted on it much. Mostly she preferred men, and specifically, the man she was with. Even if sometimes she wanted to duct tape his mouth shut.

Those were completely normal feelings, she assumed, not like she'd been in love before really. "I think you'd like him, though most everyone does - he's really friendly. I'll introduce you sometime."

Her vodka cranberry was swirled in the glass, ice tinkling. "He's probably off talking to Cap - " Being that Scott was in the cool kids club, apparently, "...so do you want to dance?" she asked, motioning toward the piano bar. That seemed the safest. More relaxed sort of dancing, as opposed to flailing - that might end in black eyes or bruises for hapless bystanders.

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the_destroyer
2018-07-08 12:40 am UTC (link)

"I would welcome meeting him! Those that I have met upon Terra have been affable. I do not think you would lead me astray, new friend."

Drax looked in the direction that Hope indicated, squinting at the dancers around the piano bar. They moved sluggishly by his people's standards, there was far less stomping, and there were no drums pounding out a rhythm to signal any impending bloodshed.

"I once had a mate," he said, unafraid to talk about those he lost. "I met my wife, Hovat, at a war rally. The drums were relentless, and she was the only one unmoved by it. She was so immobile that she resembled a statue. I appreciated her solid beauty and unyielding resolve."

He drained all of that beer before adding, "I am also what Quill calls the suck at dancing. I prefer battle. Perhaps you or your mate will spar with me, instead."

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punches
2018-07-08 10:57 am UTC (link)

Admittedly, she had been curious how 'mating' worked on Drax's home planet - but Hope hadn't wanted to pry or anything. Her expression softened a bit as he described his lady love. "A war rally's a great place to meet someone," she chuckled. "You two sound good for each other - that's what matters, you know? That you're happy together and bring out the best in each other." So to hell with what anyone else thought - things had been rocky with her and Scott, their first meeting especially and then after he'd left Hope and Hank behind to assist the Avengers, but they were partners now. They wouldn't leave anyone behind.

"I think she'd want you to be happy now too," Hope added. "Whether you stay on this world or not, or become a pro wrestler or whatever else you decide to do. When we love someone we want what's best for them."

Maybe that was enough of her insights for now. Her drink was done so she ought to go find Scott; he had to be around here somewhere. "Though speaking of mates, I should see where mine went off to. If you change your mind about dancing let me know - though trust me, either of us will be happy to spar with you," she grinned widely. "We'd provide a...unique challenge, I'm sure."

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the_destroyer
2018-07-08 09:15 pm UTC (link)

"She would want that. We were good for one another," he agreed. "My Hovat is dead, along with our daughter. Ronin killed them, at Thanos' behest. It was years ago. I have friends now that I travel with, doing questionably good deeds for others. I have also met you and others during my travels, so that makes living worthwhile."

Drax firmly nodded. Although there was still pain, the majority of it resided in the past. The present meant that he would avenge their deaths. After that? Then he would decide what to do from there.

Sparring and Pro Wrestling. Yes. For someone who didn't plan ahead very often at all, this was a plan he could live with.

"I welcome a unique challenge. I will now continue with the contest as cornhole, and will spar with you or your Scott at a time of your choosing. Farewell, Hope. Go dance like the tale known as Footloose with your mate."

He raised his now empty beer bottle and let out a rousing "Another!" to the bartender, who wasted no time getting another bottle opened for the big guy.

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thehoffs_twin
2018-07-09 09:15 pm UTC (link)

"Jesus, Drax," Peter said, coming up to the bartender, empty drink in hand. "Don't you think you should slow down? Remember what happened the last time you got wasted?"

Peter shuddered. He had no idea vomit could be so blue.

"Also, I'm pretty sure there's no bacta tanks to fix me up if something goes wrong." Translation: Peter always got hurt when they wrestled. Always.

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the_destroyer
2018-07-09 09:30 pm UTC (link)

Few realized that there would be so much of that blue vomit, either.

Fueled by funny liquid, Drax's response came in the form of a back pat that could send others reeling while knocking several vertebrae out of alignment.

"I am not at fault for your physical enfeeblements, Quill," Drax exclaimed, taking up the beer which was offered at arm's length. As the bartender refilled Peter's drink, Drax took another 'healthy' swig of the beverage of most interesting men. "Many are paid to pro wrestle on this planet. This feat of strength is a worthy pastime! When we have finished Thanos, I will become a pro wrestler. It is a shame you can not join me in such a pursuit."

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